White Lies
The White Lies played Toronto’s Phoenix Theatre September 26th.
It was an odd 6pm start as they had to clear out by 9pm to make the phoenix available for local alternative rock station 102.1’s live to air Saturday night. The show ended at 830pm. Lame. Regardless of the early end, the crowd loved Harry McVeigh, Charles Cave, and Jack Lawrence-Brown. No lie, hips were swaying, hands were clapping, voices were singing, and the bodies kept on surfing.
They played a choice cover of Portishead’s “The Rip”. McVeigh’s voice doesn’t have the tremor of Beth Gibbons, it was still brilliant. Their devoted fans sang with heads tilted back to all the songs, not just the hits. The fans were running rapid. Bodies were being raised in the pit during tender moments when the only thing raised should have been their lighters.
Comparisons of White Lies’ sound (unendorsed by the group themselves) have been drawn to the editors, the killers, interpol, or joy division… disputer or not, they rocked.
